Digging your days back out of the camera roll
Not just the trips. The walk you took today is in there too
Why we built this
There were twenty thousand photos on my phone. Plenty of good days in there, and no way to get at any of them. Sitting down to sort it would take two or three hours, and those hours never came. A travel app closes when you get home. A life doesn't — the walk after lunch, the cafe the two of you sat in, the park where a kid first ran. There is far more of that, and nowhere to put it. So we built this: upload, and it stacks up on its own, the stack becomes something you can see, and one day something you can hold
What we believe
A journey doesn't end
A trip is over when you get back. A life isn't. The lunchtime walk, the weekend cafe, the days a child grows through — all of it is the same road
No resolve required
Just upload. No curating, no captions. When and where it happened is already inside the photo
Only us in here
No likes, no view counts. What you upload never leaves the people you invited. Showing off has its own places — in here only the honest days pile up
One day you can hold it
What lives only on a screen eventually gets forgotten. Turn the stack into one book on a shelf, and that book is what makes you pick the camera back up
Upload once, arrive in three places
The same photos become a map, a page, and a book
Map
Every place you went stays on the map. Nothing to switch on beforehand — the photo already knows where you were. Walk the same street again and that spot gets deeper
Notes
Write only on the days you feel like it. One note per day, or per place, is plenty. You never have to caption a single photo
Photobook
The draft arrives first, laid out and captioned from your own photos. Fix only what bothers you, and it carries through to printing and delivery
Upload, it stacks, it stays
Upload
Just put up what you shot today. Picking and sorting is our job, not yours
It finds its place
The time and place inside the photo tell us where it belongs. Every spot you went lights up on the map
It becomes a day
Scattered photos gather into days. Photos from whoever came along land in the same day
It becomes a book
The draft comes out of your stacked days first. Fix only what bothers you, and it carries through to print